American Dream

What is the American Dream? Where is the American Dream? And Why don't I have the American Dream? If it's out there I want it - I deserve it.

Can I find it on the Internet? Does it have anything to do with chocolate?

I remember the American Dream used to include (after World War II) a car, a factory job, a house in the burbs, filled with lots of kids, a wife who stayed home, church on Sunday and family dinners. Then it did change - the wife went to work, they obtained another car, the children allotment became 2.5 and then the divorce thing exploded.

Today I'm unsure of what the American Dream really is. Having a job would be the top priority. Medical insurance is a biggie and a mortgage one can afford.

I'm happy....................

1. That I have running water.

2. It's Spring Break!

3. My asthma is laying low.

I guess the American Dream is whatever floats your boat, although we don't have a boat. We used to have a boat and after hubby ran it into the side of the swing bridge I felt uncomfortable riding in it so we sold the darn thing. Purchased a kayak but it didn't work right or we were bad kayakers so now that's gone.

I did buy two new snoodles at the dollar store. And the pool is starting to warm up so we can swim again. Hooray for solar heaters on the roof that needs to be replaced. And then there is that wooden side damage by the garage next to the dead grass. Actually the dead grass problem has taken hold of our entire front yard. That needs to be revitalized and not enough rain water left in the barrels to fix it. Maybe it will rain but not this week cuz it's Spring Break.

Time to take my coffee to the outside world and count my blessings and weave my American Dream back to life.

Wetsuit Wussies

The pool has been filled with water - cold water. The solar heater has been repaired but there is NO pool cover. I hear the sounds enticing me into the water. I dip my toe and and FEEL the cold. The thermometer says 78 degrees. BBBRRRRR. I prefer when the temperature hits 85 degrees.

Working in the yard has made me all hot, sticky, sweaty and smelly. The pool she calls my name. I check the thermometer and the temperature has reached 79 degrees. I have to take the plunge - I can no longer resist.

I go inside and search out the bathing suit, slip it on and walk outside. Then, the light bulb pops on inside my head. I return to the house and remove the suit and replace it with a wetsuit. Yep, a full body cover to keep me warm.

I do a belly flop right in the deep end. The cold shock on my face is not so bad and the rest of me is warm and fuzzy. I swim around the pool dressed for the deep ocean and enjoy the solitude. Within minutes hubby joins me dressed in his wetsuit. A couple of wetsuit wussies.